Note: This story takes place after the season 2 finale for Ducktales 2017. There will be vague spoilers to the season finale, as well as to some of the comics in the Duckberg universe. This also takes place a few months after the first story, so there will be a slight disconnect on the timeline.
Prologue
Donald looked around himself, suspended high in the air, his only link to anything solid was his Uncle desperately holding on to his right arm. It was really his fault that they were in this predicament, because his luck was so terrible. There was fog beneath them, and the fog hid the ground far below. Donald and his Uncle Scrooge had been on a wooden bridge suspended by ropes, before the ropes snapped, and landed them into the predicament they were in now.
"Hang on Lad!"
Donald was knocked out of his thoughts, as he made eye contact with his uncle. His uncle had managed to hook his cane over one of the ropes that had not snapped. He looked away from his uncle to where his sister Della, his nephews, Webby, and his cousins stood. They had crossed the bridge earlier with his cousin Gladstone, and his good luck had saved them from the collapsed bridge. Of course the luck did not last when Donald crossed with his Uncle.
"Donald! Uncle Scrooge! Hang on, we'll save you!" Della yelled.
Movement caught Donald's eye, and to his fright, the last rope holding them up, was starting to snap. Once the rope snapped they would be plunged against the cliff edge, before plummeting to their deaths. Donald looked over to his sister, and saw the kids looking to her for the solution to the rescue. His cousins were doing the same. They kept glancing at Scrooge, but not him.
They don't need me anymore. The boys have their mother back, and Uncle Scrooge has his favorite of us twins back.
Donald looked back to the rope, and realized what the best course of action was. He managed to grab onto his Uncle's hand with his left hand, and looked him dead in the eye. His Uncle's eyes registered what he was about to do, but Donald had made up his mind.
"I'm sorry."
Donald wrenched his hand out of his Uncle's hand, and plummeted to his death, resigned to the fact that the decision he made would benefit everyone in his family. He closed his eyes, as the wind stole away his hearing.
